The Adventures Of Owen Evans

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Excerpt from The Adventures of Owen Evans, Esq. I looked round for some one with whom I might take counsel but could not tell whom to trust. There was, indeed, an honest fellow named Tom Harvey among us, of whom I shall have enough to say by-and-bye: and I could have spoken to him more freely than to any one of the ship's company beside. But, then, I did not know how far Tom's discretion might extend: for my experience of life has taught me how few people there are who can keep a secret. The same applied to some few others, and I knew even less of them. There was a Spanish priest on board, Don Manuel he was called; who had taken his passage on board of us for San Francisco, whither he was going to establish a mission of his order. More than once I resolved to speak to him: but I don't know what kind of feeling held me back. I had been bred up a protestant, and though, at that time, indeed, had not much religion of any kind, still I felt unwilling to open my mind to a priest, one of a class of men I had always looked on with suspicion. This priest. In truth, seemed a quiet man, who had a kind word for every one that came across him, though he did not speak much. He kept a good deal in the cabin, and was a hard reader, when he was not sea-sick. Only, on fine days he would come up and walk a little on deck, reading his book attentively, and speaking to himself. I thought, as I looked at him, he was saying his prayers; and I used to wonder how any man, priest or layman, could bear to say so many prayers in the course of the day. Once or twice he asked me some questions on medical subjects; chiefly on the treatment of wounds and fevers, and the use of herbs in their cure and I could easily see he had studied those subjects a good deal. Well, notwithstanding our few conversations, the long and short of it was, I had never spoken to a priest before, and would not make up my mind to open my suspicions to him. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.